If Nefarian was still the Black Dragon King, Duke would never dare to use close-range teleportation. When a single magical element is concentrated to a certain degree, it will instinctively reject the existence of other elements.
In the Blackwing Lair filled with shadow elements, Duke couldn't even teleport out or receive magic messages. At this time, Nefarian took the initiative to accept the divine power of N'Zoth that did not belong to him, which interfered with his absolute control over space.
Although Duke cannot break the space barrier to contact the outside world, he can take advantage of Nefarian's flaws and make dozens of holes in the space cracks for himself and Vereesa to travel through.
Duke and Vereesa's combined attack was extremely fierce: the arrows they shot out rose and fell continuously, and every flutter and every swing seemed unintentional, but it made Nefarian feel as if he was enveloped by their arrows and unable to escape.
It wasn't that he was afraid, but with his huge body, it was too late for him to escape or hide.
The only result is getting shot! Getting shot! Getting shot again!
Originally, Nefarian thought about ignoring Duke and Vereesa and directly attacking the small team of eight people. After all, a distance of one hundred meters is a distance that can be crossed in just a blink of an eye for the Black Dragon King soaring in the air.
But Duke told Nefarian with ironclad facts - don't even think about it!
"roll!"
When Nefarian approached rapidly, Duke had his eyes half-closed as if in a trance, but he suddenly opened them when the black dragon approached. His left eye was burning with blazing flames, while his right eye was flashing with dazzling lightning.
Along with the sound of the bowstring, an arrow that combined fire, wind and thunder, as if teleported by Flash, easily crossed the fifty-meter void and pierced towards Nefarian like a sharp sword.
He turned the sword into an arrow, and then turned the arrow back into a sword after shooting it out.
Duke's move caught Nefarian off guard. Even though the Black Dragon King dodged urgently, the spiral cone-shaped projection of the sword still opened a hole the size of a water tank in his lower abdomen, passed through his abdomen diagonally, and fiercely opened a big hole in the black dragon's left bat wing.
"Ahhhh——" This time, Nefarian panicked, he was really panicked.
He never thought that in this state where his offense, defense and speed were greatly enhanced, Duke could still hurt him.
For a demigod-level black dragon with extremely strong vitality, the injury was at most a moderate wound, but trauma was still trauma. God had given him a strong defensive ability, but it severely cut his recovery ability. Even though it was just a wound, it would take at least ten years to completely heal without external help.
"You...you...how dare you hurt me?" Nefarian screamed in an amusing tone.
Duke bared his teeth and said, "If Onyxia hadn't surrendered, I would have even wanted to hang the dragon heads of all three of you on the Dragon's Rest Temple."
"asshole--"
Duke blinked. Should I say... Are all the Black Dragons noble? Why are they so polite when they curse at people? They just say the same few words over and over again.
Alas! It really cannot compare to the quintessence of the Chinese nation. They often write 18 words in three seconds without repeating themselves.
Cough cough!
Duke had effectively contained Nefarian and captured all kinds of dragon beasts. The morale of the eight-man team was immediately boosted.
Especially Lord Roar!
In order to prove that he was not a wounded soldier or a burden, Lord Hou hacked at the big dog Chromaggus with all his might!
If Duke hadn't put an illusion on Roar, making Big Dog look like there were two Magnis looking at him with axes, and if Duke hadn't helped Roar to change the appearance of the illusion, Big Dog would have regarded Roar as his primary target and chased him all over the street.
At this time, Duke's strength and comprehensiveness were reflected.
A large number of phantoms were running all over the street, and each phantom carried a certain amount of magic fluctuations, even holy light. Gavinrad was dumbfounded to see three 'Gavinrad' holding wind swords and fighting against dragon beasts, and then being beaten up by the dragon beasts.
"Hey! I'm not that bad!"
"Shut up! Do you want all the monsters to know your real body and chop off your butt?" Duke's curse made Gavinrad shut up on the spot.
Although Chromaggus's Time Passage is effective throughout the entire field and can freeze someone immediately, with more targets, the big dog is beginning to feel overwhelmed, especially since it seems and perceives that there are now hundreds of mortal heroes running around it.
An artifact is an artifact. When the quantity and quality of artifacts accumulate to a certain level, it becomes a qualitative change.
It is true that Chromaggus is fully armed. Its armor is made of the hardest source ingots of this era, and ordinary epic weapons will bounce off or deflect it in a matter of minutes.
But it encountered a group of unreasonable guys!
"Wow--" In the state of God Descending to Earth, the enlarged Magni jumped high. With his own weight of more than one ton plus the acceleration of gravity, Hand of Ragnaros the Firelord burst out with a blazing light like the sun, like a mountain collapsing, and hit Chromaggus's head hard.
The direct consequence of this full-strength blow was that the head on the left side of the big dog almost exploded, like a rotten watermelon smashed by a stick.
The big dog tried to retreat in pain, but at this moment, Tirion suddenly took three steps forward, and Ashebringer condensed an even more violent ocean of holy light. The next moment, the golden light of the entire sea of holy light poured into the big dog's broken head.
"Aoaoao——" Golden light spread inside the big dog's body.
Since they wanted to kill the dog while it was weak, of course, Lord Howl and Gavinrad would be there. Together, they created a huge wound on the big dog's right hind leg. Then the Bull-Headed Chief jumped high, and inserted a totem pole directly into the huge wound, digging into the wound as if stirring it.
"Ahhh!" The remaining head of Chromaggus kept screaming, and its cry was urging its owner to work harder.
Nefarian wanted to too, but he had more trouble.
Because all kinds of divine wills penetrated deeply into his soul through arrows.
"God said! Let there be light—"
"The earth will heal its wounds..."
"Mother Moon is watching you..."
The wills of Alonsus Faol, Medivh, and the moon goddess Elune constantly invaded Nefarian's spiritual world. Originally, Nefarian only needed to suppress his self-consciousness and allow N'Zoth's will and power to better integrate into his body. Now he had to work hard to separate those entangled wills and choose the power that suits him best to maintain his strength.
Nefarian is in a bad state.
Of course, Duke isn't much better.
"Hey! Are you guys done? I can't hold on any longer!" Duke shouted in the language of wind.
"What's going on? I don't feel that your magic power has decreased significantly!?" Tirion asked in surprise.
"No! Duke, there must be something wrong with you!" Vereesa yelled.
Being secretly poked from behind by Duke's sword, Vereesa felt a little weak.
Duke...I don't know how to explain it!
Now Vereesa draws her bow and draws her arrows, shooting continuously, which makes Vereesa feel happy. Poor Duke!
Something like moral integrity——
Throw it out!
Pick it up!
Throw it out again!
Pick it up again!
Throw it out...
Huh? Do I have any moral integrity?
Nefarian, who was hit by a lot of good will, began to doubt his life as a dragon. Wasn't Duke also doubting his life?
The system kept giving warnings: "Warning! Warning! The host's moral integrity has dropped to a critical value. Please do not use Duke's Morality again, otherwise it is likely to trigger the advent of the Seven Deadly Sins..."
Fortunately, after so long, Duke's willpower has improved greatly compared to the past, and Calia noticed something was wrong and hurried over to inject a holy light into Duke's heart.
"Duke! Look into my eyes! Think about the happy times we had together." Calia stared at Duke with her clear and pure eyes.
Who would have thought...
Duke had a fake smile on his face, and the look of chuckling in the corners of his eyes made it obvious that he was thinking the wrong thing.
"Ah!" Duke suddenly found that the two soft parts of his waist, on the left and right, were attacked at the same time. It was Vereesa and Calia who did it.
He felt a little pain, and then his mind fell into a trance again.
In the distance, Nefarian fell headfirst and rolled on the ground.
Because what Duke shot into the black dragon's body with an arrow was not only the will of three kind people, but also a prophetic dream.
In the dream, Nefarian was harvested again and again, not only in Blackwing Lair, but also in Blackwing Descent, where he was defeated again and again.
The dragon head was put on tour and hung in various places in Stormwind City, Ironforge, Dalaran, and Lordaeron.
The sorrow of being whipped after death and the despair of the soul falling into the abyss filled Nefarian's heart.
Now, Nefarian and Duke are both in mental confusion, which temporarily eliminates the strongest men on both sides from the battle.
Originally, Magni and the others were prepared to lose Duke's magical cover, but who knew that the wizard's hand in mid-air continued to fire continuously, accurately and effectively destroying the rushing dragon beasts.
"Well, Duke's multicasting mechanism is different from that of ordinary mages. Maybe that's why he is a full-system Grand Magus, and we still haven't been able to break through our own limits." Ilucia explained.
"Forget it! Don't worry about it! Kill the big dog first!" Several heroes attacked with all their strength, and the dazzling weapon special effects kept flashing terrifying light.
"Go!" Magni took the lead and started his charge at high speed with the Fire Hammer raised. This time he aimed at the remaining head of the big dog.
"Ouch!" Chromaggus used his skills to ignite Magni, but unfortunately in the state of God Descending to Earth, the Dwarf King was a monster with skin as thick as a city wall. He let the flames on his body burn and crackle, but did not cause much damage to him.
When the big dog saw the huge flaming hammer suddenly expanding rapidly in his sight, he instinctively shrank back, but unfortunately it was too huge and its movements were too slow.
The tauren beside it hit it fiercely with a totem pole in reverse, which made its head seem to be hit by the hammer of the flaming demon as if it was delivered to the door itself.
The flame of the Fire Hammer, the thunder of the Wind Sword, the golden flame of the Ashbringer, the brilliance of the Blood Howl...
Finally, while Duke and Nefarian were down, everyone wiped out all of Nefarian's thugs in one go.
"Come on! Slay the dragon!" Gavinrad shouted while activating the Dragon Slaying enchantment on the sword!
This dragon-specific enchantment can significantly increase the damage against Nefarian.
Just as the others were about to kill Nefarian, an evil will descended.
"Hehehe!" N'Zoth's sneer and whispers lingered in everyone's heart like a nightmare, making them dizzy.
"Humility, honesty, mercy, bravery, justice..." When faced with the test of willpower, the Paladins are always the first to pass the test.
Tirion and Gavinrad roared, allowing the remaining light of the Holy Light on their bodies to benefit their companions.
Soon, the three tough warriors also woke up, followed by Ilucia, Vereesa, Calia, Vanessa, and Duke.
No one expected that Enzos's will came and went so quickly, as if it was just a bystander, and disappeared shortly after it appeared.
Ahead, an event happened that no one expected and had never appeared in the original history.
Nefarian's huge dragon body disappeared from the spot, and was replaced by the human-shaped Victor Nefarian.
"Huh!?" At this moment, Duke was confused.
No matter what period of history there was, there was no record of Nefarian fighting in human form. Should I say that I am worthy of being the butterfly that destroyed history?
Nefarian, no, now he should be called Victor.
However, Duke still prefers to call him Nefarian.
Nefarian pulled out a huge two-handed sword from the void. Duke could recognize the sword with two dark red dragon head sculptures as the hilt and a dark red, almost trapezoidal, strange blade as the blade.
Sword of the Ashkandi Brotherhood!
In the game back then, countless players fought for this cool two-handed sword. The strange red light, the cool dragon pattern, and the mysterious runes were all sought after by players.
The two capital letters 'A.L' are engraved on the hilt, which adds countless fantasies to the origin of this sword. Some say it is Anduin Lothar's backup weapon, and some say it comes from the Iron Horse Brotherhood. It is impossible to find out the exact answer.
But one thing that is often mentioned is that 'Once AL leaves, there are no more brothers'!
Nefarian, who had turned back into a human, stood up with the sword of the Brotherhood. He looked abnormal. The power of shadow was steaming over him, and there was also an evil glow from the Old Gods.
"Hahaha! You're finished! Mortals! You can't kill me! Otherwise your world will face the most desperate destruction! Hahaha!" Nefarian spoke neurotically without any reason.
This made Duke and the others frown.
Duke sneered: "Oh? Then we should stretch our necks and let you chop us?"
"Yes! Absolutely right! This is the final fate that you mortal ants should face!" Nefarian held the huge two-handed sword in one hand, and his whole body was staggering. It seemed that this guy would destroy himself in a short time without Duke's help.
"While I still have time! Kill him in one go!" Magni roared.
Magni's God's Descent is useful, but it is not without time limit. Even though he is the number one dwarf, after Duke's repeated calculations, the time he can maintain God's Descent with all his strength is only five minutes at most.
Why does it seem like he can last at least 10 minutes every time?
Magni is more cunning than ordinary dwarves. This gifted dwarf warrior has the ability to adjust his defense like breathing. When he wants to harden his body, he will use all his strength. When he wants to take a breath, he will secretly chip away at the defense in his silver shell.
This means that when he is beating up the enemy crazily, his God Descending to Earth is actually in standby mode.
Of course, Duke wouldn't tell the truth.
Who would have thought...
A bright red sword light flashed, and two columns of blood shot up into the sky.
The pupils of everyone who maintained their formation suddenly shrank in fear.
The Brotherhood's sword had slashed a wound on Magni's left waist that was big enough to hold a baby's fist. The bright red wound was extremely glaring under his silver skin and armor.
Magni was not the worst sufferer. No one expected that the old cow following closely behind Magni would have its leg broken in an instant, and its entire right leg remained in place, while Cairne's burly body suddenly rushed out more than ten meters away, rolling countless times before stopping. Cairne couldn't help but let out a scream similar to that of a cow, and it was unclear whether it was a scream from a human or an animal.
If Tirion, who was trying to be the third, had not been more skilled in martial arts and had not suddenly moved Ashebringer horizontally to block the Sword of Brotherhood, the team might have lost three vanguards in an instant.
"Huh?" Nefarian's short hair fluttered in the air as he moved quickly, his movements very graceful. He turned 360 degrees like a ghost, and actually crossed a distance of at least five meters, passed the roaring master in the middle, and suddenly arrived in the middle of Duke's team.
Another powerful horizontal chopped blow, the huge sword edge actually covered Duke, Ilucia, Calia, and Vereesa.
"Dang!" A crisp sound of metal colliding was heard.
It turned out that Vanessa had flashed over with Sprint at some point, and two short and dangerous daggers slammed into the sword from top to bottom in a cross attack. If Nefarian was just a human warrior, this attack, which was similar to a powerful attack with a little force, could at least deflect the blade of the Brotherhood Sword, but unfortunately he was not.
The power of a dragon is simply beyond the estimation of mortals.
Without even a moment's delay, Nefarian, transformed into Victor, slashed forward with his sword without changing its momentum.
Fortunately, Vanessa is no longer the ignorant little girl she was back then. She has experienced many battles and has a wealth of experience in fighting enemies. Seeing that she is no match for Nefarian, a mortal female thief certainly cannot compete with a humanoid dragon in strength. She took advantage of the recoil from the double daggers and did a nimble front flip over Nefarian's head, waiting for an opportunity to launch a backstab.
However, before Vanessa launched a new offensive, the remaining four still had to face this terrifying sweeping attack.
The first to be hit, Vereesa, relied on her agility as a ranger, leaned back, and dodged in a narrow manner. Seeing that the Brotherhood almost killed Vereesa, Duke's heart was so nervous that it almost rose to his throat.
The next one is Ilucia. She prioritizes Flash. In theory, in a flash of arcane light, she will flash directly to 20 yards behind Nefa.
However, the space magic that Duke had been able to use just now suddenly failed at this moment. A surge of shadow power as surging as a river or sea easily disrupted the passages of other elements around him.
Nefarian was bathed in flames, that was the brilliance of Shadowflame!
His dark power is brutally excluding all the forces around him that do not belong to the shadow.
Ilucia's Flash is invalid!
Time seems to have stopped!
Duke must make a choice!
With his strength, this concentration of shadow power would not prevent him from using Flash. If he wanted to show off, he could even switch to Shadow Priest, transforming his entire body into a ball of shadow energy and evading the fatal blow by Dissipating.
Perhaps Ilucia's Ice Barrier could barely block this sword, but whether a Refrigerator of the Archmage level could withstand it was still a question. In addition, as a pure Discipline Priest, Calia was doomed anyway.
Duke even saw the despair and pleading on Calia's face. Her red lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something but stopped. Duke knew very well that Calia was not begging him to save her, but asking Duke to run away first!
At that moment, Duke's heart was hurt.
Damn it! Abandoning a woman and living alone? Even if I lose all my moral integrity, I can't break the last principle!
Once a man's spine collapses, it will never straighten up again.
Sacrificing a woman to save myself? I am still a man! ?
At some point, a brilliant golden light appeared in the huge dark cover that Nefarian had created.
This light has nothing to do with justice! Nothing to do with holiness! Nothing to do with killing evil!
It's purely a man's sense of mission to protect his woman!
"roll!"
No one expected that Duke, a mere wizard, could let out a roar more shocking than thunder.
Duke was seen holding a platinum cone in his left hand and his newly upgraded spiral sword in his right hand, and he rushed towards Nefarian first.
Someone exclaimed!
Some people are desperate!
Some people don't believe it!
Someone closed their eyes!
No one believed that Duke, a mere wizard, could use melee weapons to defeat a skilled humanoid black dragon.
Even though Duke had killed Archimonde with his battle mage skills, and even though Duke's backstab skills had been perfected, it was not a head-on confrontation after all.
Can Duke do it?
If he is not capable, won't the team be without a leader?
Everyone held their breath and watched the scene unfold.
Suddenly, this situation that was similar to an egg hitting a stone had a surprising reversal -
Duke's movements suddenly accelerated, while Nefarian's movements were slowed down by who knows how many times, as if in a slow motion.
Speed Up! Slow Down!
There is also the Dragon's Fury that Duke has never taken out!
No one knew why Duke, who had refused to take out the Dragon's Fury just now, took it out at this moment and it actually took effect! ?
That's right! Duke is not as good as Nefarian in both swordsmanship and strength.
But as long as Nefarian's strength and speed can be forcibly reduced to the same bad level as his, no matter how superb Nefarian's swordsmanship is, and if he is able to use the two-handed greatsword in a variety of ways, or even use it to pick his teeth, Duke will still be no match for him!
The spiral sword filled with fire and wind divine power suddenly spun like a drill, and with a piercing buzzing sound, it hit the middle of the blade of the Brotherhood Sword fiercely.
The strong rotation actually caused the Brotherhood's Sword to fly out sideways!
If he had just knocked him away, it would have been fine. Duke actually took advantage of the moment when the sword bounced back and slashed back, chopping off a small part of Nefarian's jaw. If Nefarian hadn't been quite agile and dodged the sword by leaning back, the sword would have probably split Nefarian's head in half.
At this moment, disbelief was written all over everyone's face.
Magni covered his wound with his eyes wide open.
Grom turned and grinned.
Gavinrad rushed over and swung his sword, but Nefarian dodged it by quickly stepping back.
The Black Dragon King's evasive movement was so big that it seemed as if he was sliding. He maintained a half-squatting posture and slid backwards for more than ten meters.
"Impossible! How did you know!?" Nefarian looked as if he had seen a ghost. Even though his chin was covered in blood and flesh, he looked like a ghost himself.
"Huh! I knew it!" Duke exhaled and pretended to put his hands behind his back, but in fact he was making gestures to his brothers.
Tirion held the sword in his right hand, covered Magni's wound with his left hand, and kept casting Holy Light on the dwarf king.
Calia, who was still in shock, began to chant a spell to heal Cain's broken leg. Simple shadow damage and force damage were actually easier to treat. The old cow was trembling all over, holding his broken leg tightly against the wound. He had seen too many compatriots who lost their fighting ability due to injuries. In peacetime, if there was enough food, they would have a good ending; in wartime or years of crop failure, according to the Horde's rules, they would end their lives by themselves and not drag down the Horde.
Cairne had no other thoughts at all. He just hoped that his broken leg could be reconnected. Even if he could never fight again, at least he would be able to work.
"No! My strength is not enough to expel the shadow force." Calia said with a sad face.
The old cow's eyes suddenly turned red. He breathed heavily, snorted, and propped himself up with a totem pole: "Grom! Do you remember what I told you before the battle..."
"Shut up! The battle isn't over yet! If you want to say something, go and say it yourself. I don't want to be the sinner!" Grom was also panting.
"That's enough!" Duke suddenly shouted, "I'll heal your leg in a minute!"
With a snap of his fingers, a stream of clear liquid suddenly appeared out of thin air, covering the old cow's broken leg and wound. The strange mass of water kept swirling clockwise, but in an instant it was completely dyed red.
Calia was shocked: "He will lose too much..."
"I know what I'm doing!" Duke held a cone-like spiral sword in his right hand and the Ice Queen in his left hand, and walked towards the embarrassed Nefarian step by step.
Beside Duke, Gavinrad, Grom, Vanessa, Ilucia and Vereesa followed closely.
"Let's end this! Nefarian, you have at least three options." Duke approached Nefarian with a cold face.
"Three roads? Haha! Hahahaha!" Nefarian struggled to get up. The scarlet blood stained his ear-length black hair. His face was filled with grief and indignation.
Although they are said to be three roads, to him, none of them are roads.
The first option is naturally to surrender. I guess Duke wouldn't mind having him as a mount.
The second is to maintain the current form, as the Black Dragon Prince, and be killed by the Dragon's Fury created from the source of his father's power.
The third option is to accept the power of N'Zoth completely and make a final attempt with the mysterious magic given by N'Zoth. If successful, he can not only expel the divine will imposed on him by Duke, but even turn the tables. However, if the turnaround is successful, who will get the fruits of victory?
Escape?
Sorry! For a black dragon who is extremely proud, this was never an option for him.
Duke had a cold face. He certainly didn't want Nefarian to choose the third path, because that would mean a lot of unknown troubles. Unfortunately, the choice was not in his hands!
Sure enough, the next second, Nefarian's entire body began to grow and swell again.
The purple-black dragon scales, the purple spikes, the purple pupils filled with a strange aura, and even the shadowy aura that usually overflowed from the corners of the dragon's mouth, all turned into purple gas with a sulfur smell.
"Hahaha! Power! Power that no mortal can ever obtain in their entire lives! Ah—how sweet and delicious this power is! Why did I resist and hate this kind of power so much before? Hahaha!"
A closer look would reveal that Nefarian's figure was at least a circle larger than before. From thirty meters away, one could clearly hear the cracking of bones and the tearing of muscles coming from his body.
That teeth-grinding sound made several female heroes feel a little nauseous.
In everyone's perception, Nefarian's entire body seemed to be completely torn apart and reassembled, his bones were forcibly stretched, his muscles were torn apart, and then a new unknown substance grew again to forcibly fill the torn blank areas.
A huge and evil power came from deep underground. This power was like the most turbid torrent, easily destroying the bloody hall carefully arranged by Nefarian, so that the larger Nefarian could have a wider space to stretch his huge body.
The current Nefarian is probably more than 80 meters long, right? With a wingspan of nearly 100 meters, it makes people feel that it is a real aerial fortress.
The moonlight sprinkled on his huge body, giving off an eerie glow.
Flapping his wings in the air, Nefarian laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha! Are you scared? Are you desperate? Tiny mortal! Tremble before my power—" Nefarian spared no effort in spitting out venomous words, venting his anger and arrogance.
Duke's eyes twitched, and he finally sighed, "Idiot! Is the power of the Ancient God so easy to obtain? Besides... you should never, ever, ever expose yourself to the moonlight!"
"Um!?"
"Thank you for your help, Goddess Elune!" Duke said softly, and suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color.
The moonlight was like water, gently sprinkling on Nefarian's dragon body. To others, there was nothing wrong with the moonlight, but when it sprinkling on the dragon, suddenly a terrible change occurred.
"Ahhh! What kind of power is this!?" Nefarian's gigantic dragon wings touched the moonlight, and it was like a mortal arm placed in a pool of sulfuric acid, making a startling "hissing" sound!
The huge dragon body fell from mid-air with a loud rumbling sound, and then he rolled on the balcony of the highest floor of Blackrock Spire in extreme pain. Except for Duke, everyone looked at the situation in front of them with their eyes wide open.
"Stupid X, do you think the will of a true god is so easy to expel? When I injected the will of the goddess into your body, your coordinates were exposed to Elune's vision!"
Suddenly, Vereesa reminded: "Look at the moon!"
Although most people's attention was still on Nefarian, everyone subconsciously glanced at the sky, and then their eyes widened -
The bright moon hanging alone in the sky was trembling slightly, and the stars in the sky were falling at high speed.
At this moment, the entire world of Azeroth seemed to resonate with this spectacle and trembled slightly.
The thin clouds instantly dispersed, making way for these alien visitors.
That scene seemed like the end of the world.
Even though Duke had seen the same scenery many times, he still couldn't calm down the shock in his heart every time he saw it - this is the power of a true God!
But it's still a loss!
For this one Falling Stars, I've sacrificed a lot of my moral integrity...
Duke complained as he watched a large number of meteors falling from the sky. These meteors were exaggeratedly gathered into a straight line, and were guided very accurately. They drew a series of extremely tragic fire lines at super high speeds in the sky, and in the end, all the fire lines ended at Nefarian.
The over-expanded body weakened the Black Dragon King's flexibility. He tried hard to twist his body, but because he was not used to his new body, it led to the most desperate result -
Every meteor hit Nefarian's back accurately.
The first two attacks were blocked by the evil magic power erupting from his body, but from the third attack onwards, he could only use his flesh and blood to resist.
"Bang!"
"Bang!!"
"Bang——"
Like the sound of a drum or an earthquake, the huge impact hit Nefarian's huge dragon body. The terrible impact was even transmitted along the ground to Duke and his men's feet. The obsidian floor tiles that had just been ravaged by a super-sized monster like Chromaggus without any cracks were now cracked inch by inch. The entire ground was heaving up and down with the huge vibration like a tsunami.
Except for the extremely agile Vanessa and Vereesa, no one else could stand firm in the midst of such a shock.
Looking at the horrible meteorite fragments flying everywhere, the only one who still had enough time to attack was Vereesa.
However, even after eleven meteorites fell, Nefarian was not dead. He still stubbornly held his head high and stared at the sky. If the murderous light in his eyes could be transformed into a weapon that could cross the void, he would definitely destroy Elune first.
"Not enough!" Duke's face turned pale!
It's certain that he'll be severely wounded, but there's always a chance of something happening. If Nefarian really survives and turns into the full form of Nefarian's Doom, then things will be very serious.
Although the Moon Goddess Elune, as the goddess of justice, frequently appeared in person and had a large number of followers, she should have some kind of limitation like the Dream Dragon King Ysera, which prevented her from showing her full power in the mortal world. The Starfall just now was a one-time divine spell that Tyrande had to beg Elune for after Duke had been so shameless and slapped her many times.
Duke is not Elune's chosen one. There is still too much evil in the world, and Elune cannot give him any more support.
That was already the limit.
Then... the victory or defeat will be decided by the last falling star!
At this moment, Nefarian had no time to care about Duke. All his attention was focused on how to deal with the last and most powerful meteor.
Just at this moment, one attack after another came, which was enough to make him feel threatened.
The raging flames of the Fire Demon's Hammer.
The peerless wind and thunder of the Thunder Sword.
The brilliant light of Ashbringer.
The three forces combined into one and hit his right ribs simultaneously, causing him to scream in pain.
This is not the final killer move. The most crucial person has appeared under his throat at some point.
Duke, holding the brilliant and glorious dual divine swords, suddenly stabbed him in the throat.
"No--"
Duke's entire body, every drop of magic power in all his magic circuits, was gambled, and his unreserved attack produced enough destructive power to be fatal.
Nefarian instinctively tried to dodge the blow.
Even with his fully evolved, ultra-hard purple scales, it was impossible for him to block Duke's desperate attack.
Just when his dragon neck leaned back three meters, he discovered with horror another problem - if he maintained this speed and amplitude, he would be sending his head forward to be hit by the final Falling Star!
Are you kidding me! ?
What's the difference between this and putting your neck into the blade of the guillotine?
Not even daring to utter his most instinctive dragon roar, Nefarian desperately tilted his neck to the left and back.
Time seemed to slow down incredibly.
Duke could even see the mixture of fear and pride in Nefalian's eyes, because if Nefalian had tilted just two degrees, he would have been able to escape.
If Nefarian could do it.
The dragon's neck, which was leaning back at high speed, was suddenly stuck by something!
That's a staff!
It is stuck at the angle between the dragon's neck and back like a bracket.
If it was an ordinary epic equipment, with Nefarian's terrifying brute force, he could probably crush it easily.
The only thing was that it was a semi-artifact, the semi-artifact staff Queen of Ice, which had just had all its magic power drained away by Duke!
If Duke had a choice, he would never waste it and use the semi-artifact staff as a stand.
It's a pity that the other staffs he has are of poor quality!
An epic staff of the Mount Hyjal level, who knows if it has the hardness and toughness to withstand a blow from Nefarian's Doom, which is equal to a level 85 boss.
I can only give it as a gift!
A wizard's hand quietly stuck the Ice Queen on Nefa's cervical vertebrae.
This little trick delayed Nefarian's movements by one tenth of a second.
Just 0.1 seconds!
But it is absolutely wonderful!
Duke just pressed against Nefarian's dragon chin and sent the black dragon king's head right under the fallen star.
"boom!"
That was a huge collision of earth-shattering magnitude!
The dazzling light was so bright that every hero dared not look directly at it. The blasting sand and stone fragments easily turned the surroundings into a mess.
"Cough cough cough!" The dust naturally caused people to cough.
After a moment of panic, Gavinrad was the first to react.
"Storm! Blow them away--" With a wave of the wind sword, all the smoke and dust were blown outside, revealing Nefarian's huge dragon corpse.
Everyone could see that Nefarian's head had fallen off. It was obvious that the current black dragon king with all kinds of cruel scientific inventions was dead!
"Long live!"
"Victory—"
"Where's Duke!?"
After cheering instinctively, everyone fell into panic again.
"Help - help..." Duke was soaked in a pool of thick black dragon blood and was almost drowned.
When Duke's last Starfall hit Nefarian's head, it pierced Nefarian's throat, followed by the cervical vertebrae, and then opened Ice Barrier. Even with the refrigerator made by the Great Mage Antonidas, which was much harder than diamond, it almost couldn't withstand it.
Under the huge momentum, he was directly blasted into the big pit under the Nefarian dragon. When the refrigerator time was over and Duke had to cancel this group of ultra-high density frost elements, he tragically found himself soaking in a deep pool of dragon blood.
"Ugh!" Duke vomited heavily, and then used water elements to clean himself. Under the high-level micro-manipulation of the system AI, Duke was soon clean, but unfortunately the stench of dragon blood on his body was directly disliked by several lovers.
Vereesa, who had a particularly sensitive nose, made an apologetic expression and stepped back.
Ilucia silently activated the ice shield to purify the air around her.
Duke recovered briefly and ran directly to Cairne. He raised his hand slightly, and suddenly a dark aura visible to the naked eye flew into the air around Cairne's thigh, hovering over Duke's hand. Duke squeezed it and it disappeared.
Without time to rest, Duke directly switched to priest form.
At first, Duke was like a bad trainee priest, without a trace of holy light on his body, but gradually, the holy light echoing in the air around him, or the divine will used to kill Nefarian responded to Duke.
Duke's lost moral integrity began to return.
The stars are twinkling and shining.
The golden light on Duke's body accumulated more and more. In just a few breaths, Duke's golden light had surpassed the level of regional bishop.
At this moment, Duke is extremely charlatan!
He was bathed in divine light and his face was full of peace and kindness.
His voice suddenly became full of magnetism and conviction: "Holy Light will not abandon any warrior who fights against evil."
After saying that, Duke opened his eyes, and in his mind, all the physiological knowledge and human body structure that he had learned in middle school were forced into his mind by the system.
From the system scan, Duke could "see" the blood flow in every blood vessel almost as if with X-ray vision.
In this age without anatomy, it is almost impossible to reconnect severed limbs. Even the most powerful pastor can only let the seriously injured person hold up his legs to promote cell proliferation and speed up the healing of flesh and blood. As for whether the blood vessels, muscles and tendons are connected to the right place, only God knows.
Duke is completely different!
He condensed ice with his bare hands, and directly condensed two ice tweezers that met the requirements in the void. He first pressed hard against Cairne's leg bones, using holy light to stimulate the re-fusion of bones and stimulate the re-growth of bone marrow and nerves inside the leg bones.
Duke then used forceps to press against each severed nerve and blood vessel at a dizzying speed, and then used the rune thread made on the spot and greatly thinned as sutures to connect the blood vessels. Basically, except for the capillaries, everything from the aorta to the veins to the slightly larger blood vessels was connected.
Next come the tendons and muscles.
Finally, the outer skin is sutured.
Each stitch.
When everything was done, Cairne exclaimed in surprise: "Ancestors, I can feel my calves!"
Everyone was surprised to see Cairne's toes begin to move.
"Don't move!" Duke shouted, and Cairne suddenly froze like a good baby.
"I... I'm fine now, aren't I? Under the treatment of the omnipotent holy light..." Cairne said aggrievedly, pointing at each other with his thick index fingers.
Duke carefully examined Cairne's thigh and said, "It only looks good. Many of your blood vessels may not be able to be reconnected. Some muscles and blood vessels may die. For the next two months, you must stay in Stormwind City and not go anywhere. Otherwise, you will end up as a one-legged cow again."
"Two months!?" Cairne screamed.
The attending doctor, Duke, looked stern, "It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone! I'm saying two months because of your amazing recovery ability."
Suddenly, Duke realized that Grom was gone.
Without Duke asking, Tirion spoke up: "Grom said he went to hunt down the traitors."
Uh, if he hadn't said it, Duke would have forgotten that Lord Howl came here so desperately to kill Rend Blackhand, the funny guy. Instead of being a good orc chieftain, he actually ran off to be a dog for the black dragon father.
No matter what, Nefarian was killed, and another banner of evil in the world fell.
After defeating the boss, how can you not touch the corpse?
Of course, Duke basically didn't care about the Shadow Flame Staff and the Judgment suit. There was something better in this world. Although the top-grade equipment was soul-bound, it could still be taken away as long as the owner was not decided.
The people in the hero group can't use it, and there are still second- and third-line guys waiting eagerly for the equipment.
The only surprise was that Duke actually found an incredible thing in Nefarian's space bag. It looked like an ordinary Brotherhood Sword, but the result of the system scan was Reforged Ashkandi, Brotherhood Sword!
Although the quality of this sword is still epic, in the game, it is a top-quality item that is only available in level 85 copies!
It is no exaggeration to say that it is the best sword among all the divine weapons!
Nice sword!
Too bad no one wants to use it here!
The guys who can use two-handed swords here basically all have a divine weapon. There is no such thing as an obsolete divine weapon in this world. As long as you get more advanced materials, you can increase the damage by one level. So they don't care about it and just leave it to Duke.
Duke put away the sword and looked at his palm. At this moment, three groups of faint flame-like elements were suspended in the void less than five centimeters above his palm.
The fire and wind and thunder divinities were collected before, and the newly added shadow divinity was the spoils of killing Nefarian. Duke never expected that his affinity for the shadow system was also quite high.
Now it's Duke's turn to worry.
In this world, even the most familiar Moon Goddess Elune would not tell him how to become a god, because every path to becoming a god is unique.
But any fool knows that the more types of divinity you acquire, the harder it will be to integrate them together in the end.
Moreover, a god who possesses fire, wind, thunder and shadow...what kind of god is this?
Duke was overwhelmed.
While Duke was thinking, Grom came back, covered in blood. The bloody Gorehowl was hanging behind him.
Even though he is a little old, even though his hair is a little gray, even though one of his hands is broken, but Master Hou is Master Hou. The ferocious head held in his only remaining right hand tells it all.
He raised Rend's blackhand's head high and roared, "Lok-tar, ogar!"
"Lok-tar, ogar!"
Either victory or death!
A sentence that makes your blood boil no matter how many times you hear it!
It has long surpassed the discourse itself and has become a symbol, a totem, and a symbol representing the will of the orcs.
To be honest, as long as there was a lull in the war, Duke had at least two dozen ways to cripple or even destroy the Horde. However, after hearing Grom's words "Lok-tar, ogar!", Duke suddenly felt a little reluctant.
In Duke's mind, the history of Azeroth is the history of the struggle between the Alliance and the Horde. As a human being, Duke wishes the Horde would die. However, as a witness of a new history, Duke began to feel a little reluctant after integrating into this world...
"Phew! Maybe things will work out when the time comes!" Duke whispered to himself.
Driving away the feud between the Alliance and the Horde from his mind, Duke turned around and shouted, "Vanessa, go skin the dragon."
"Damn it! I'm your weak little maid! You actually asked a ms. to do such rough work?" Although Vanessa kept complaining, her hands were not idle at all. She took the Fink's Skinning Knife and ran over happily.
Just as Vanessa approached Nefarian's huge purple-scaled body, an unexpected sudden change occurred.
"Boom boom boom!" The violent spatial fluctuations alarmed Duke's entire team.
Everyone picked up their weapons and looked at the scene in front of them in shock and doubt.
No one knew what was going on, but a pool of black water as big as a small lake suddenly spread over most of the highest platform of the Black Rock Tower.
In the blink of an eye, many black squid tentacles emerged from the black water.
"Ah!" Vanessa screamed and started Sprint immediately, making three big jumps backwards and retreating back into the cover of several soldiers.
Duke felt terrible when he saw the system prompt. He couldn't help but say, "Enzos!?"
"Hey, hey, hey! It's me!"
"What are you doing here? Your cage..."
"It has nothing to do with the cage. I'm just here to collect my sacrifice. Since that fool Nefarian promised me that if he couldn't offer his sister Onyxia, he would consider himself as my sacrifice. I am now reluctantly taking him back..." The terrible whispers of N'Zoth were heard from almost all directions in the sky and on the ground at the same time.
Although it is not a universal language among humans, it is directly understood by people on a soul level.
This was not a deliberate mental attack by N'Zoth, but this act of snatching the spoils still made Duke very unhappy!
"Humph! Taking away Nefarian's body? Did you ask me before?!" Duke snorted coldly and opened fire. Hundreds of magic circuits in his body, large and small, instantly ran to their limit.
The next moment, more than a thousand brilliant magical lights dazzled almost everyone's eyes.
Everyone thought that N'Zoth would use some weird magic shield to block Duke's attack. Who knew that more than a thousand octopus tentacles nearly a hundred meters high would rise from the dark pool. N'Zoth actually used his own split limbs to withstand Duke's magic frenzy.
"What!?"
"Haha! Edmund Duke, we will give you the duel you want... but not now... hahaha!" A faint sneer came with the wind.
Along with the creepy laughter, N'Zoth's tentacles, the black water, Nefarian's huge corpse and head all disappeared into the air like a dream.
It was as if the black dragon king Nefarian had never existed, and the fierce battle Duke and his companions experienced was fake.
"Damn it!" Gavinrad stomped his feet hard, and the heavy leg armor made a clanging sound on the hard ground.
Duke patted Gavinrad on the shoulder and comforted him, "Forget it! Even though our victory benefits more than one party, victory is victory! We should be happy."
Gavinrad felt better.
After plundering the surrounding spoils like looting the land, Duke easily opened the portal on the top platform of the tower where there was no longer any powerful shadow force to hinder him, and connected to the Stormwind City's teleportation room.
Almost as soon as they stepped out of the portal, Duke and the others were frightened by the exclamations and cheers that came towards them.
They understand the cheers, but why the exclamations?
"Oh! Holy Light, you are finally back!" Duke Bolvar Fordragon, who stayed behind, rushed over first.
"What's wrong? Bolvar, what happened?"
"A big deal! Of course it's a big deal!"
A week before Duke returned, something really big happened in the Alliance.
The cause of the incident was originally just a trivial matter that didn't seem serious.
As Naxxramas raged across the world and cast its undead upon all sides, Alexandros Mograine, who had announced his retreat to the second line, had to come out again and take on the heavy responsibility of defending the holy city of Stratholme.
On this day, his eldest son Renault found him.
"Father, I want to ask Sally to marry me."
"What!?" Alexandros was shocked when he heard it. The next moment, a wave of anger filled old Mograine's face: "You unfilial son! Do you have the guts to say that again!?"
Renault was shocked, but driven by his desire for love, he was overwhelmed and shouted desperately: "I like Sally! What's wrong with this? We have been together since we were young, I love her! I long to make her my wife!"
Renault's answer was an extremely angry punch from his old father.
The fist filled with holy light knocked Renault so hard that he spun in the air, and then he fell to the ground in a very embarrassed manner, knocking over the tables and chairs.
"You beast! Sally Whitemane was entrusted to me to take care of by my comrade before he died! She is my stepdaughter! Her name is listed among my children in the household register of Lordaeron - if she wants, she can even inherit my Mograine surname!" Alexandros kicked his eldest son hard again: "She is your sister! Legally! Morally! You actually want to desecrate her? You are a bitch! Are you crazy or what?"
Facing his father's roar, Renault argued: "Sally and I have no blood relationship!"
"Shut up! You have learned the way of Holy Light for so many years, and you have learned it from a dog?" Alexandros was furious.
"No! This has nothing to do with the Holy Light. I love her! Father, I ask you, if she was not your daughter, would you allow me to marry her?" Renault roared.
Old Mograine paused for three full seconds, and finally uttered three words on his livid face: "You! Don't! Deserve It!"
You don't deserve it!
These three words were like a bolt from the blue!
It struck Renault hard on the head, destroying his soul, dignity, and pride to the point of leaving nothing behind.
He is a very competitive man. As the son of the famous Ashbringer, his noble birth has not made him lose his desire to fight. He has always longed to become a hero like his father, but as the son of the 'Ashebringer', he has always been overshadowed by his father's light. Being competitive, he does not want to rely on his father's protection. He wants to prove to his father that he is a brave and fearless warrior.
Unfortunately, Renault was born at the wrong time.
After Alexandros successfully changed his job to Paladin, Raynor had been trained as a Paladin. Actually, his talent was not too bad, and he could probably be a third-rate Paladin.
The hard part is that, thanks to Duke, the Alliance's strongest group of paladins has basically been preserved. The top paladins are the Silver Four and Alexandros, and the second-tier paladins include Liadrin, Abendis, Bolvar, and Reginald Windsor.
The third-line Paladin Duke simply ignored it.
It just so happens that Renault's own strength is far behind.
alright!
the Alliance's heroic group has no shortage of paladins, but it lacks priests!
Without priests, Duke was in trouble! Not only did he have to recruit Benedictus, who was a trap, but Duke also dragged Calia into the mix. Finally, he remembered that Sally had not fallen into the Red Crusade in this life, so Duke, who was recruiting men all over the world, also captured Sally.
As a result, after a round of Molten Core Expedition, Sally Whitemane, who was Raynor's childhood sweetheart, suddenly became a new female hero in the Alliance. Sally's name was praised throughout the Church of the Holy Light.
What saint of the new era, what hope of holy light, it's as corny as it can be.
There is no harm without comparison.
The adopted daughter he brought back became a hero, but his own son still looked like a second-rate paladin. It would be strange if Alexandros could have a good face.
The old man became even more dissatisfied with Renault's performance. He found fault with his son everywhere and often scolded Renault in public, which made Renault, who had a strong self-esteem, very dissatisfied.
In fact, the great lord had always hoped that his son could become a true hero.
Maybe this is what is called "disappointing iron with not being able to achieve its potential"!
If it were another family, perhaps the father and son could have achieved some kind of balance and continued to maintain the face project. Unfortunately, their last name is Mograine. From the old Lordaeron to the new Lordaeron, from Terenas to Calia, the great nobles and heroic families that have always stood firm, their every move will be infinitely magnified.
Almost on the night that Renault was reprimanded, rumors spread in the city: High Lord Alexandros wanted to depose the eldest son and let his youngest son Darion Mograine inherit the title, and even take back the famous "Ashebringer" when Tirion retired.
Darien is Alexandros' youngest son. Like most families, Alexandros loves his youngest son very much, which also makes Renault extremely jealous of his younger brother...
Three days later, Renault suddenly came to his father.
"Marshal Mograine! The Scourge has been spotted upstream of the Thandolil River west of Stratholme!" In the military camp in the city, Raynor rushed back with a scout whose half body was covered in blood and who had been hit by a dark magic.
Alexandros stood up suddenly, clapped his hands, and used an Exorcism to drive away the dark power from the scout: "What? How many troops are there in the enemy?"
"About three thousand common bones, five hundred ghouls, more than twenty low-level death knights, and one that might be a mid-level lich." The scout answered weakly.
Alexandros handed the scout to the chaplain and took out an epic weapon from his space bag, the Hammer of Destiny, which had no aesthetics at all and looked like two large bones fixed on a stick. This red-looking weapon was not as good as the Ashbringer he had used before, but it was at least a Hyjal-level weapon and was okay to use.
"Call the mobile forces on duty! Set off immediately!" After giving the order, Alexandros turned to look at Abendis: "Alfred, Stratholme is in your hands."
"Don't worry." They are old partners and can understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.
When the floating fortress Naxxramas was running around the world, the two of them were guarding the Stratholme area. Basically, Abendis, who had better defense, was responsible for guarding the city, while old Mograine, who had stronger offensive power, was responsible for clearing the remnants of the Scourge.
Led by old Mograine, a rapid reaction force consisting of fifty professionals, mainly paladins, three hundred knights and two thousand fast infantry, set out from Stratholme.
The so-called fast infantrymen are simply infantrymen who can barely ride horses. Their skills are not enough to support them fighting on horses, and they use horses purely as a means of rapid movement. When they are near the battlefield, they will dismount and form traditional infantry phalanxes to fight.
Originally, when Duke established this type of troop, he wanted to name it dragons according to the custom on Earth, but this was strongly criticized by a queen from the Wyrmrest Temple - how dare they call themselves dragons without riding a dragon?
As a result, they were renamed as Rapid Infantry.
In areas with flat terrain, the Alliance basically deploys tank divisions, but in areas with complex terrain, at a time when dwarf helicopters are not yet popular, traditional griffon knights and cavalry are still the most useful.
Natural disasters are the most troublesome things.
If the signs of the disease are not quickly extinguished, it will spread like a plague. If left alone for three days, the Scourge will turn all living people within a radius of hundreds of kilometers into zombies.
Ordinary local troops simply cannot deal with the remnants of the Scourge. All we can do now is to improve the early warning system as much as possible, and then use elite troops to wipe them out.
Under the reconnaissance and guidance of the Griffin Riders, Old Mograine and his party quickly arrived at the scene. What made them angry was that the Scourge was planning to pour pots of green unknown substances into the river.
Needless to say, this is most likely a deadly poison.
This made old Mograine furious.
The Thandolil River is not only the dividing line between the Eastern and Western Plaguelands, but also a very important lifeline for the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron. The water flowing from its source runs through the entire Lordaeron from north to south, and its tributaries irrigate 70% of the farmland in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Not only that, the middle reaches of the lake is the very important inland freshwater lake of Lordaeron, Lake Darrowmere. Duke had just reached an agreement with the Hydraxia water elementals not long ago, and the water elementals sent experts to purify Lake Darrowmere and turn it into the most important freshwater fish farm in Lordaeron.